hansa catchall

[papasha]

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w1, tuesday

[papasha]

[The next time Hansa comes out of his shiny new room (if he stays there idk), the Tall Man is waiting on him.

It seems ominous, but he smiles sincerely in greeting.]

Hello, Mister Cervantes.

[robopriest]

[He is quite tall and broad, but Hansa greets him with a light, carefree smile.]

Hello, hello. [He was waiting? Hm.] Do you need my services for something?

[papasha]

Not exactly.

[His smile is a bit more amused.]

I haven't introduced myself, but thought I should. I believe the two of us are working together. In our way.

Mister Won has hired me to help him.

[robopriest]

...Oh?

[His own smile widens into a grin. He extends a hand.]

A pleasure to meet you, my fellow coworker. Won did say he had multiple bodyguards before, so I'm hardly surprised. He's a smart young man.

[papasha]

The pleasure is mine.

[He takes Hansa's hand to offer it a firm, but not painful at all, shake. Very amiable.]

He is quite cunning, yes. I hope you won't let him charm you too greatly.

[robopriest]

[His own handshake is very firm, but it seems like that the hand itself is what's the source of it. Odd, perhaps. He draws it back.]

Haha, believe me, I'm immune to all charms. [Says a man who would flirt(?) with a certain long-haired and very tired mage professor after hearing him once. Shut up, Hansa.] He's fun to talk to, though.

[papasha]

[Hansa, your robo parts and single-target gay.]

That's good. [He does not believe this, but it's fine. He won't call Hansa out. That'd be rude.] He is. Strangely deep for someone his age.

I don't intend to get in your way. I wanted to offer my assistance if you needed it. I also didn't mean to hold you up, if you are busy.

w1 post trial

[robopriest]

[Two brooding bodyguards on the bridge...sometimes, that's just how it is.]

[Hansa wipes at his eye a bit before he heaves a sigh, finally breaking the silence.]

...I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think I'm craving a drink right now.

[papasha]

[These two stupid chucklefucks, honestly. He looks a bit surprised Hansa is wandering around out here and not--what? Holed away?

There's no smile, but his expression does soften.]

I'm not really a drinker usually, but even I have to admit I might like one. What are you craving, Hansa?

[robopriest]

I don't even know. I'm not much of a drinker, you see.

[A beat, and a short huff.]

Sangria...I haven't had that in a long while.

[papasha]

[This manages to get the barest hints of a smile out of him; something amused.]

I'm afraid I don't have sangria, though I admit it would be nice. I have a mini bottle of Crown Royal, however. It's peach.

[robopriest]

Oh, you do?

[He looks over at him.]

...You deserve it more, though, Blanca. Especially with everything you've had to deal with.

[papasha]

[Straightening, he digs into the inside pocket of the trench coat he's wearing for a moment. Then he produces a little miniature bottle of peach Crown, and places it on the railing of the bridge between them.]

I don't mind sharing. You can have the first swallows. I think we could both use a drink for what we've had to deal with.

w2, monday

[papasha]

[blanca cant broly pat hansa on the shoulder now i'm sad

Anyhow, Blanca tells Hansa to meet him in pirateland!! They get to meet in the pub because there's ALCOHOL. YES.

He is already waiting for Hansa at one of the tables. He has a flagon of something or another on the table in front of him, and also... a silver, metal briefcase beside it.]

Mister Cervantes.

[robopriest]

[sad..............bodyguards can't even touch.............cucked from bonding]

[But he's here! Dressed appropriately, too. He tips his hat to Blanca as he walks up to sit down across from him.]

Hey, there. Blanca. Looking like you've solved the alcohol problem.

[papasha]

[I'M IN TEARS. Blanca is wearing this thing, and I hate both of these men.

He offers Hansa a small smile.]

I joked we'd get a bar, but didn't know it would be a 17th century pub. [He motions with a hand.] Just think of what you want, and it'll... appear?

[robopriest]

[They are both huge dweebs,]

[He looks around at the pub, grinning.]

Hey, if wishes were horses, beggars would ride? I can't say no to a think like this. Nice ambiance.

[papasha]

It's different than what I'm use to; I think it's interesting. Almost like being at a theme park.

[He seems as amused as Hansa about their current predicament.]

Apologies about my case. I can put it on the floor, if you'd like.

[It's--kind of big for a suitcase? Well. It's long? About four foot, or so, lengthwise. About a foot or so wide. Not very deep.]

[robopriest]

It kind of is, right? Even with that town in the beginning...

[And right, the case. Hansa glances down at it. Its...an interesting size, isn't it.]

...So, is there a violin or a gun in there? Maybe both?

post week 2 trial

[robopriest]

[Yeah, he's just going to be at the bridge again. They just keep meeting here for their strange meeting times, huh.]

[He waves over Blanca when he sees him.]

Haha...I guess that wasn't as much of a mess as I thought it would be.

[papasha]

[THE FACT THEY KEEP BROODILY MEETING ON THE BRIDGE, very funny. He doesn't hesitate to join Hansa.]

It was... close. I don't know if I'll ever be able to repay you and Archer for your help.

Or maybe even your trust.

[robopriest]

Hey, it's fine.

[He makes a gesture, as if to wave it off, and his emotions do the same - a flippancy, a "it isn't a big deal" sort of feeling.]

I'm just happy to help you out. You're the priority, here. Without you, we probably would've wasted time on several of those clues.

[papasha]

[Both his expression and his feelings soften slightly, like he's relieved.]

I'm... thankful? the knife seems to have been a slight red herring like I initially believed. I was worried it was important on top of getting Archer in trouble.

[robopriest]

Ah, I was worried there for a moment, too. I was like "did we make an even bigger mistake there?"

[He lets out a light laugh.]

But we were close to being in danger, there. Next time, Blanca...please don't touch murder weapons.

[papasha]

[He smiles wryly.]

I can't make any definite promises, but I'll do my best not to touch any weapons at the scene.

Every week, I feel like I've aged fifty years between what I have to do and what Soo-won always drops in our laps. I don't know if it was harder teaching Ash, or if it's harder working for Soo-won.